We made you the King of Prisoners, and now you've become the King of Football?

Chapter 26 Now It's Fantasy Time

In the second half, the two teams played on opposite sides, and the pace of the game remained as dull as in the first half. Both sides exchanged attacks, but neither managed to create any significant opportunities.

However, Monaco quietly adjusted their tactics, no longer allowing their backline players to rush forward and waste opportunities, and gradually stabilized the tempo.

In the 56th minute, the match, which had been dull all game, finally saw its first turning point.

Monaco's right-back, Almamy Touré, dribbled the ball forward down the right flank.

Caen's defenders all assumed he was going to use his speed to dribble down the wing and cross, so they instinctively followed him towards the byline, waiting to block his crossing route.

But no one expected that when Toure ran to the right flank, he suddenly stopped abruptly, without even adjusting, and lobbed the ball directly into the center of the penalty area.

That ball landed so perfectly!

Carrillo, who missed a good chance in the first half, finally seized his opportunity this time.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, his whole body suddenly leaping up from the ground, directly overpowering the defender in front of him, and as the ball fell, he fiercely headed the ball towards the goal!

"Bang—"

The ball hurtled towards the goal like a cannonball!

Caen's goalkeeper, Vercoutre, made several brilliant saves in the first half to deny several threatening shots.

This time, however, there wasn't even time to react; they could only watch helplessly as the ball went into the net, causing the net to shudder violently!

"1-0!!"

"After almost 60 minutes of silence! Monaco finally scored! Almamy Touré's cross, Carrillo's header! What a beautiful header!"

"Monaco takes the lead at home!"

Jardim, standing on the sidelines, couldn't help but clap his hands lightly, a smile appearing on his face.

Sure enough, after adjusting their tactics, the team stopped letting their backcourt players rush forward and waste opportunities, and their offensive efficiency immediately improved.

Otherwise, if everyone just comes up and kicks, what's the point of having dedicated attacking players?

He looked at the players on the field, feeling completely calm: as long as they continued playing like this, winning this game would be no problem at all.

He was even considering whether to take this opportunity to substitute the starters and let the substitutes come on to save some energy.

After all, there are still two trump cards on the bench that haven't been played yet.

And so, another 20 minutes passed, and surprisingly, Caen did not launch a counterattack after conceding the goal. The rhythm of the game returned to its previous dullness.

Yaldin immediately understood: Caen had lost his will to fight; wasn't this blatant surrender?

He immediately waved his hand and shouted to the substitutes' bench, "Jiang, Killian, you two get ready to go on the field and work up a sweat."

"Okay." Jiang Ming replied, got up and took off his fluorescent training vest.

Mbappe was still sitting there, looking completely bewildered. He grabbed Jiang Ming, who had just stood up, and asked, "Jiang, just now...did the boss just call my name?"

"yes."

"Wait, wait a minute, does that mean... I'm making my debut?!"

"Otherwise what?" Jiang Ming raised an eyebrow, not forgetting to tease him about what happened before, "So, what you said about having your family hold up cameras in front of the TV, are you ready yet?"

Mbappe then realized, "No, no! I never even thought I'd get to play today!"

As he spoke, he suddenly turned around and shouted to the audience behind him, "Hey sir! Could you make a phone call for me? Tell them I'm going on stage and that my family should turn on the camera right away!"

After shouting, he hurriedly recited a number: "The number is xxxxxxxxx!"

Jiang Ming watched from the side, his lips twitching.

The two stood on the sidelines, the fourth official raised the substitution board, and after El Shaarawy and Pasalic ran down, he gave them a high-five before stepping onto the field from the sideline.

"Monaco is making a substitution!" Sun Chen, the commentator, immediately announced. "They've brought on the in-form Jiang Ming, along with their own youth academy star, Mbappe!"

At the same time, the live DJ at the Stade Louis II also picked up the microphone, and his loud voice echoed throughout the stadium:

"Number 25——JIANG Ming!"

"Number 33——Kylian MBAPPE!"

The fans in the stands applauded enthusiastically; Jiang Ming's recent outstanding performance had already won him many local fans.

Mbappe received just as much cheering as any other player, after all, he was a French kid from their own youth academy, and his die-hard fans were shouting his name at the top of their lungs to celebrate his first-team debut.

"How's that? This is what it feels like to be on the professional stage," Jiang Ming teased, raising an eyebrow.

After holding it in for a while, Mbappe finally blurted out, "This is so awesome!"

The moment the two entered the field, the situation on the field immediately eased.

With just a slight acceleration, Mbappe positioned himself on the left and left Caen's defenders far behind.

The defender was stunned. He reached out to grab him, but couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. He cursed inwardly: How can this kid run so fast?

Caen's players initially thought, "Monaco just brought on a fast player, right? We just need to stop him and prevent him from getting the ball."

But who knew that Monaco also brought a card-dealing machine with an absurdly accurate passing accuracy!

Even Fabinho moved forward to act as his bodyguard and assistant, and the team's formation changed to 4-1-2-3.

Where did this team bully come from?

The entire Caen team was speechless; this was just too much.

In the 83rd minute, the scene they feared most finally arrived.

Caen's right winger, Rodlin, received the ball on the right wing and faced Coentrao, attempting to accelerate and make a quick run.

As a result, the ball was poked out, but Coentrao blocked him tightly and he couldn't get past him at all.

"Kid, you're not fast enough," Coentrao teased with a laugh.

He's played over a hundred games for Real Madrid, relying on his speed. Anyone want to dribble past him? No way!

The ball rolled directly out of bounds.

Coentrao tossed the ball to Moutinho with a quick and decisive motion.

Moutinho got the ball and immediately passed it forward to Jiang Ming.

The latter was standing in the center circle, with Fabinho shielding him from the opponent's attacks, thus intercepting the opponent's press before it even began.

He took a shot directly, sending a long pass into Caen's backfield!

Caen's players wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Mbappe controlled the ball with his right foot, accelerated instantly, and dashed into the penalty area.

Caen's goalkeeper, Vercoutre, only saw a dark shadow flash past his eyes.

Then he felt a gust of wind beside his ear, and before he could react, the ball had already gone into the net!

"2-0!!"

"Monaco throws the ball in their own half! Moutinho makes a quick pass! Jiang Ming delivers a precise long pass! Mbappe breaks into the penalty area and fires a shot into the net!"

"83 minutes! Monaco killed the suspense of the match!"

The moment the ball hit the net, Mbappe froze on the spot.

Was that kick I made?

"I scored? My first-team debut, a goal as a substitute?"

Surprised and doubtful, he quickly glanced at the linesman, fearing the ball would be ruled offside and his hopes would be dashed.

He only felt a little relieved when he realized the linesman hadn't raised his flag.

Mbappe then looked at Jardim on the sidelines.

Yaldin was facing him, smiling and nodding, and even giving him a thumbs up.

It wasn't until the cheers at the Stade Louis II resounded through the sky that he finally came to his senses.

Goal stands!

A series of questions instantly transformed into ecstasy.

He's scored many goals in his youth teams throughout his life, but this is the first time he's scored in a stadium with tens of thousands of people.

Mbappe took a deep breath, recalling the celebration he had agreed upon with his brother.

He suddenly took a big step forward, then crossed his arms in front of his chest, and struck what he thought was a domineering pose with a tense face.

I had barely finished arranging the objects and hadn't even had a chance to catch my breath when someone pressed down on the back of my neck.

"Well done, kid."

Jiang Ming caught up with him, ruffled his not-quite-a-hair style, and deliberately emphasized the word "kid".

He acted like a senior member of the team, which made his teammates who gathered around to celebrate burst into laughter.

After a long silence, Mbappe finally spoke from the bottom of his heart: "Brother Jiang is amazing!"

He knew all too well that if it weren't for Jiang Ming's incredibly accurate long pass, he wouldn't have had this opportunity at all.

This was a goal he never dared to dream of scoring in his debut.

Is this the beginning of a legendary life?

Mbappe couldn't help but drift off into daydreams, already imagining himself holding the Ballon d'Or and standing on the podium.

Now it's time for fantasy!